Disclaimer: See part 1
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Terror in the Night Part 7
Hour 12 1/2
"No," Tom said simply, "I don't think it was a mistake. I honestly think we were going to move in that direction no matter what, and the fact that we did it and we can still talk to each other really says
something. Sure, we had our problems, we still do, but I think it was something that we had to do, just to see if it could be done." He paused to watch the expression of Cassy's face. "And you, do you think it was a mistake?"
"No," she said softly, "I agree with what you said." Tom smiled as much in relief as in Cassy admitting to the fact that he was actually right about something.
"That's a first," he couldn't resist adding. Cassy smiled at him, thankful for the fact that he could get her to smile in a situation like this, instead of taking advantage of her vulnerability,
thankful for that special thing inside him that made him 'Tom', the man she loved.
Cassy looked satisfied with the way things had went, so Tom took that as his cue to start asking his own questions.
"Cassy," he said, pausing until her eyes met his, "do you still love me?"
"Of course I do," she said without hesitation, "you're my best friend."
"No, not like that.do you love me like you loved me when we were married, as more than friends?" He hoped that the desire in his voice was hidden better than it seemed.
Cassy paused, silent. She didn't answer him quickly, but when she did, her eyes told him that what she was about to say would probably be one of the most important things in his life.
She took her time finding the right words, trying to find any words at all that could possibly convey how she felt about him.
"Tom, I think that I'll always love you," she hesitated, "as more than friends, the love I have for you, had for you then, was real, and love like that, the kind that comes from the heart, will never fade, not if it was truly love." She looked up at him again, the truth shining in her eyes.
Tom forgot to breathe for a minute at the stark emotions he could see in her face, even when they were married, he didn't think she had ever been this completely open and honest with him. Not like this. Tom swallowed once before answering the questions her eyes were asking.
"I love you too, like it was before, I don't think I ever stopped, not even for a second. You were my first true love, and you always will be."
Cassy's eyes filled with tears at the raw emotions in his voice, the love she could hear, but also the pain. She understood that pain, she felt it too, the pain of losing the intimacy they used to have, the kind only husband and wife could have, the pain of losing the
hope of it ever really working. It would always be there, their love for one another, but neither of them were ready to actually put it on the line again.
They were both silent again, trying to sort it out again, now that they had all these new or at least newly voiced facts to add to their internal debate. They were so caught up in their longings and thoughts that they didn't even notice another hour tick by.
Hour 11 1/2
If Harry had thought he was worried an hour ago, he was sadly mistaken. His anxiety level now had already helped him through a bottle of TUMS, and wasn't getting any better. It was scary, his attitude. He was
so caught up in his worry that he had become calm, gentle, and even quiet. If everyone had avoided him earlier, none would even venture near his office now without having some good news of some sort, and since they hadn't come across any in their investigation, Harry had been alone for almost 45 minutes. Everyone was used to his yelling, ranting and raving, it was familiar to them, almost comforting in its
familiarity, but this...this passiveness, it had everyone scared out of their wits, they didn't know how to handle it, didn't know what to do. Emma had finished talking with the sketch artist and his picture was being flashed around the neighborhood she said she had seen them, but so far, no one had recognized him. The photo IDs she had been working on for almost two hours straight weren't going any better, and tension was running high as frustration and fear combined, getting worse and worse with the ominous consistent ticking of the clock.
Hour 11
Tom and Cassy had been sitting in silence for a good 20 minutes now, no longer dwelling on their relationship at the moment, but instead getting more and more impatient because nothing was happening.
Don't get them wrong, its not like they were looking forward to something happening, but they were, if nothing was happening they couldn't do anything to fight it, and if they couldn't fight it, they didn't feel like they had any hope of getting out of here. They needed to have something to fight against, to take out their anger on, it was much easier to cling to anger, and therefore hope when you had someone real to attack.
This silence was making them more edgy than having a gun pointed to their heads, at least then they knew what they were up against, at the moment they knew nothing. So when the door to their room flew open, both of them were ready to take them on, who ever happened to be on the other side of the door, with everything they had.
It would be an understatement to say that they were surprised when
they saw who was standing there. They both recognized him instantly, but neither of them could figure out what one of the largest heads of the mob was doing standing here, with a bunch of common robbers just
steps behind. Even more surprising was the fact that as far as they knew, the man blocking the light from the hall was supposed to be dead, but then again ghosts don't cast shadows, so somewhere along the
line, someone had lied. They felt their hope wither a bit, unless someone tracked down the robbers, no one was going to find them, after all, who would be looking for a dead man?
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Terror in the Night Part 7
Hour 12 1/2
"No," Tom said simply, "I don't think it was a mistake. I honestly think we were going to move in that direction no matter what, and the fact that we did it and we can still talk to each other really says
something. Sure, we had our problems, we still do, but I think it was something that we had to do, just to see if it could be done." He paused to watch the expression of Cassy's face. "And you, do you think it was a mistake?"
"No," she said softly, "I agree with what you said." Tom smiled as much in relief as in Cassy admitting to the fact that he was actually right about something.
"That's a first," he couldn't resist adding. Cassy smiled at him, thankful for the fact that he could get her to smile in a situation like this, instead of taking advantage of her vulnerability,
thankful for that special thing inside him that made him 'Tom', the man she loved.
Cassy looked satisfied with the way things had went, so Tom took that as his cue to start asking his own questions.
"Cassy," he said, pausing until her eyes met his, "do you still love me?"
"Of course I do," she said without hesitation, "you're my best friend."
"No, not like that.do you love me like you loved me when we were married, as more than friends?" He hoped that the desire in his voice was hidden better than it seemed.
Cassy paused, silent. She didn't answer him quickly, but when she did, her eyes told him that what she was about to say would probably be one of the most important things in his life.
She took her time finding the right words, trying to find any words at all that could possibly convey how she felt about him.
"Tom, I think that I'll always love you," she hesitated, "as more than friends, the love I have for you, had for you then, was real, and love like that, the kind that comes from the heart, will never fade, not if it was truly love." She looked up at him again, the truth shining in her eyes.
Tom forgot to breathe for a minute at the stark emotions he could see in her face, even when they were married, he didn't think she had ever been this completely open and honest with him. Not like this. Tom swallowed once before answering the questions her eyes were asking.
"I love you too, like it was before, I don't think I ever stopped, not even for a second. You were my first true love, and you always will be."
Cassy's eyes filled with tears at the raw emotions in his voice, the love she could hear, but also the pain. She understood that pain, she felt it too, the pain of losing the intimacy they used to have, the kind only husband and wife could have, the pain of losing the
hope of it ever really working. It would always be there, their love for one another, but neither of them were ready to actually put it on the line again.
They were both silent again, trying to sort it out again, now that they had all these new or at least newly voiced facts to add to their internal debate. They were so caught up in their longings and thoughts that they didn't even notice another hour tick by.
Hour 11 1/2
If Harry had thought he was worried an hour ago, he was sadly mistaken. His anxiety level now had already helped him through a bottle of TUMS, and wasn't getting any better. It was scary, his attitude. He was
so caught up in his worry that he had become calm, gentle, and even quiet. If everyone had avoided him earlier, none would even venture near his office now without having some good news of some sort, and since they hadn't come across any in their investigation, Harry had been alone for almost 45 minutes. Everyone was used to his yelling, ranting and raving, it was familiar to them, almost comforting in its
familiarity, but this...this passiveness, it had everyone scared out of their wits, they didn't know how to handle it, didn't know what to do. Emma had finished talking with the sketch artist and his picture was being flashed around the neighborhood she said she had seen them, but so far, no one had recognized him. The photo IDs she had been working on for almost two hours straight weren't going any better, and tension was running high as frustration and fear combined, getting worse and worse with the ominous consistent ticking of the clock.
Hour 11
Tom and Cassy had been sitting in silence for a good 20 minutes now, no longer dwelling on their relationship at the moment, but instead getting more and more impatient because nothing was happening.
Don't get them wrong, its not like they were looking forward to something happening, but they were, if nothing was happening they couldn't do anything to fight it, and if they couldn't fight it, they didn't feel like they had any hope of getting out of here. They needed to have something to fight against, to take out their anger on, it was much easier to cling to anger, and therefore hope when you had someone real to attack.
This silence was making them more edgy than having a gun pointed to their heads, at least then they knew what they were up against, at the moment they knew nothing. So when the door to their room flew open, both of them were ready to take them on, who ever happened to be on the other side of the door, with everything they had.
It would be an understatement to say that they were surprised when
they saw who was standing there. They both recognized him instantly, but neither of them could figure out what one of the largest heads of the mob was doing standing here, with a bunch of common robbers just
steps behind. Even more surprising was the fact that as far as they knew, the man blocking the light from the hall was supposed to be dead, but then again ghosts don't cast shadows, so somewhere along the
line, someone had lied. They felt their hope wither a bit, unless someone tracked down the robbers, no one was going to find them, after all, who would be looking for a dead man?